The Scene

by Thermal And A Quarter

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1.
Like Me 06:15
I’ve got a page, got a profile and my 5000 friends Come up from the depths so fast that I’ve got the bends Fifteen minutes ago I was nobody’s fool Don’t you think that selfie makes me look real cool? I’ve got my band together, we’ve got all the moves We know the algorithms even if we got, if we got no grooves I just shared I just boosted I just tagged and I twitched So please won’t you why won’t you please won’t you Like Me? Like Me! Is it so much to ask? Like Me! In between your multi-task Like Me! See that opposable thumb? Like Me! It’s blue and its true so spare me a crumb, spare me a crumb I’ll check back every minute I’ll check back every minute I know I’m going to win it I know I’m going to win it So why won’t you, won’t you Like Me? I’m getting a round-eyed stare with all those hi-def pixels The fog is clearing after all it’s about, it’s about what sells No sacred cows to eat, no codes to defy Just don’t ever take away my free wi-fi I’m saving my fingers from all those messy inversions I’d rather get them dirty with photo-filter, photo-filter decisions I just shared, I just boosted I tagged and I twitched So please won’t you, why won’t you why won’t you Like Me? Like Me! Is it so much to ask? Like Me! In between your multi-task Like Me! See that opposable thumb? Like Me! It’s blue and its true so spare me a crumb, spare me a crumb I’ll check back every minute I’ll check back every minute I know I’m going to win it I know I’m going to win it So why won’t you, won’t you Like Me? Somebody pinched my screen! I’m afraid I’ll soon be catatonic Got the jitters got the bugs From under my feet you pull the rugs Oh this stillness is cacophonic And how will you Like Me? Like Me! Is it so much to ask? Like Me! In between your multi-task Like Me! See that opposable thumb? Like Me! It’s blue and its true so spare me a crumb, spare me a crumb I’ll check back every minute I’ll check back every minute I know I’m going to win it I know I’m going to win it So why won’t you, won’t you Like Me?
2.
Why hello there, I see you’re in a band Stop don’t speak let me tell you what’s the score I like the sound of my voice more Haven’t seen you around much – you must be from out of town Don’t tell me what you play, what’s your vibe what’s your groove or your growing tribe What’s your gear? What free stuff are you getting? Who’s the big daddy that’s got you peddling? Nobody? Wow, now that’s a real scare Like dropping my new $5000 snare It’s a signature series piece, you know I keep it just like new I do I’ve got to ’Cause I’m endorsed, you know, are you? I’ve got no big idea but I’ve got a lot to say My band’s on hiatus right now, we’ve taken a bow The pressure was too much, you know, It was getting really crazy, so All that chilling with six-pack of beer Can be real hard, let me make that clear Now we sit around bitching, what rocks and what sucks Got those brand-new speaker cabs in our big pick-up trucks You got a free guitar? Oh that’s really cool Let me show you my collection, it’ll make you drool Got them all ‘road-worn’, they’re so much better that way ’Cause I’m endorsed, you know, I don’t have to play! I’m endorsed, are you? I’m endorsed, are you? I’m endorsed, are you? I’m endorsed, are you? I’m endorsed, are you?
3.
MEDs 06:44
Pardon me, but you look like you’re on vacation No other excuse for not taking your medication These bingo pills will put the stars back in your eyes All those pulsing bongo drums are fully synthesized Look sharp! There’s an artist in the spotlight Don’t miss those funky pants in the UV bright Takes hours to perfect that groovy facial hair Write music? What? There is no time to spare! Killing that play-button solo He takes his vinyl on mono Nothing grooves as sick as a MacBook Pro It’s all in the shades, it’s in the software, bro Why you practice so much, stuck in the lane so slow? Can’t you see you’re doing it all wrong Breaking a sweat on that forgotten song Just take these MEDs now, or drink up quick Cause you are making me quite sick With all this talk of ‘music’ We’re all in Ibiza now, it’s so full of talent Playing gigs - hey, isn’t that your department? The bees come a-buzzin’, oh look at that honey Them groupie girls sure never had that much money You sure are one hell of a peculiar bird Mr. Parker? Who? Nope, I’ve never heard Could he keep this up, this one-man gig? I should sample him – I could make him big I can’t wait to be number one Stepping dub is so much fun Don’t mess with me, don’t mess with me, I’m a loaded gun It’s all in the shades, it’s in the software, bro Why you practice so much, stuck in the lane so slow? Can’t you see you’re doing it all wrong Breaking a sweat on that forgotten song Just take these MEDs now, or drink up quick Cause you are making me quite sick With all this talk of ‘music’ You make me sick, I make music You make me sick, I make music You make me sick, I make music You make me sick, I make music You make me, you make me, you make me, you make me Sick!
4.
GodRocker 04:34
Tremble in my presence or fall on your knees Don’t bother to grovel, that’s a common disease I’m a godfather of the scene, making it all happen Pass along that funny cigarette now, no offence taken I’ve got vision, mission, values, pedigree I’m at the top of the rock n’ roll heap Just book them bands, they’ll play for free Wonder years among the sheep Praise the lord Praise the lord And hope someday I’ll take you to a broad The times go by and the tides are waiting In the capital of cool, the city of dreaming This country will rock on independence day Just who the fuck are you to say I’ve got vision, mission, values, pedigree I’m at the top of the rock n’ roll heap Just book them bands, they’ll play for free Wonder years among the sheep Praise the lord Praise the lord And hope someday He’ll take you to a broad
5.
Flok Rock 05:49
In your face in your time Three-chord hooks should Be a crime, be a crime Kitschy wishy-washy boy Play that song, So much joy, happy joy Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey Get some Raga in the verse And some Reggae in the groove Feel me now, feel me now We’re trending on the twitter And we’re ready to move Let me show you how, show you how Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey Tried the leather tried the hipster Tried the riffs on the Stratocaster But no cool vasool for all this paisa So bring the flok rock, for these sheep are brown Get ’em high get ’em loud, they be suckers for a clown We don’t need no Education; all we need Is crowd control, we’re on a roll Keep your dark sarcasm In your music schools We’re happy fools, wealthy fools Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey We’re the art of the state And the heroes of the scene Got our little stoolies and paper pulis No secret sauce It’s all a rustic brew But you got to fly down our crew Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey
6.
Not so many years ago If a rock show in India you designed to go Surrounded you were by the darker sex Little brown brothers craning their necks For a glimpse, a flash, a tell-tale sight Of a girl, a female in white A pure heart, conservatively clad For all you know, she’s here with her dad Oh well. Oh the scene, oh the scene, oh scene, oh now Is a whole different, different cow The birds they are here they are gathering And they’re wearing, yes they wear All kinds of feathers and even their leathers And all kinds of feathers oh yes It’s a dream come true How can you be, can you be blue Can you be Go on out, go on out, go on out And dig the chicks They only seem to get better Fragile and smiling, don’t you see her Don’t you be no ape when you pitch your woo She can tell her Dylan from her Fighters Foo Don’t you be no ape when you pitch your woo She can tell her Dylan from her Fighters Foo Don’t be a fool Oh the scene, oh the scene, oh scene, oh now Is a whole different, different cow The birds they are here they are gathering And they’re wearing, yes they wear All kinds of feathers and even their leathers And all kinds of feathers oh yes It’s a dream come true How can you be, can you be blue Can you be Go on out, go on out, go on out And dig the chicks Go on out, go on out, go on out And dig the chicks
7.
When we were young She was always so far away So frightfully expensive Only the filthy rich and the lucky Winner of some fixed-up lottery Could visit and return Exotic as the rings of Saturn We’d gather round like pliant moons Waiting for a tale or a boon A trinket, a throwaway toy Something special… Going to a broad, for special favour Going to a broad, can’t get it at home Going to a broad, your pocket is poorer But she’s got the streets and the skyscrapers Baby Guinness and those fried potatoes Oh how we crave her love… Now we play rock n’ roll And she’s still the pin-up star A model with the right assets Only the filthy rich and the lucky Winner of some fixed-up lottery Can go and play and bask for a while In her indulgent smile And if she deigns a pat on the back Oh we are lost, alas and alack What can we do We’ve got to get Going to a broad, for special favour Going to a broad, can’t get it at home Going to a broad, your pocket is poorer But she’s got the clubs and the big stages A real ‘scene’ and the industry mages Oh how we crave her love… Crave her love, crave her love Crave her love, crave her love Crave her love, crave her love Crave her love, crave her love Got to, yes I’ve got to, go to abroad Got to, yes I’ve got to, go to abroad Got to, yes I’ve got to, go to abroad Got to, yes I’ve got to, go to abroad
8.
I roamed, yes I roamed low and low Getting high was the prize, I needed it so Scoring zero, my dealer’s gone solo Oh no no no no no Can’t do the needle don’t buy me no wine Don’t have the stomach for something so fine I’ll watch it dry from my corner in time All I need yes I need my funny turpentine The walls the walls, the walls are gone The seas the seas the water is torn The sky the sky is a web of deceit My eye my eye you cannot defeat I see it all I see it all I see it all Can’t do the needle don’t buy me no wine Don’t have the stomach for something so fine I’ll watch it dry from my corner in time All I need yes I need my funny turpentine No herbs and no needle don’t buy me no wine Don’t have the stomach for something so fine I’ll watch it dry from my corner in time All I need yes I need my funny turpentine All I need, yes I need, my funny turpentine All I need, yes I need, my funny turpentine (Old monk…)
9.
The Scene 05:19
The big ticket Rock Stars They come and they go With folk fusion gimmicks Comedy, electronics Our story’s been the same Since nineteen ninety-six Selling Sushi in an Idli Shop for you With Rock and Blues and Jazz and rolls on the menu Selling Sushi is the Scene Hope you know what I mean Selling Sushi is the Scene That’s how we wrap up this dream I see you’re a producer of passion I see you’re the chairman of cool But if you’re the director of my music I’d rather have the president’s rule I’d like to be just like Lennon You know, sometimes I play the fool You can turn an event into history Your sponsors on auto-renew The drones they’re dripping kingfisher As you fuck with the bands at your venue Selling Sushi is the Scene Hope you know what I mean Selling Sushi is the Scene That’s how we wrap up this dream, this dream It’s getting cold here in this spotlight While you rattle your cutlery Don’t let me play a hole in your conversation All I know is that this joke’s on me Don’t need you to understand any more And you can have all my tunes for free Now you’re thinking this song is so bittersweet You wear that smile so well Shake my hand when I’m done, tell me it’s been a treat I promise not to kiss and tell Selling Sushi is the Scene Hope you know what I mean Selling Sushi is the Scene That’s how we wrapped up this dream, this dream Selling Sushi… Would you like some chutney with that?
10.

credits

released February 15, 2015

Guitars, Vocals, Guitar Synths: Bruce Lee Mani
Bass, Backing Vocals: Leslie Charles
Drums: Rajeev Rajagopal
Backing Vocals: Ragini Ramanathan

Recorded and mixed at Taaqademy Studios, Koramangala, Bangalore
Recorded by Rahul Ranganath
Mixed by Rahul Ranganath and Thermal And A Quarter
Mastered by Donal Whelan at Hafod Mastering, UK

Album photography by Harmit Singh
Album design and cover model - Ragini Ramanathan

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Thermal And A Quarter Bengaluru, India

"Thermal And A Quarter (TAAQ) is on the vanguard of the Indian Rock Scene" - NPR, USA

Founded in 1996, TAAQ is an eclectic, irreverent (but usually relevant) band that considers itself and its music as bastard children of the world. At home everywhere, belonging nowhere. Always true, tight, intense and ready to laugh.
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